Questions always spring about adorned perplexities,
Rising from the ashes of my mind concealed simplicities.
Shadows dancing by the fire, ill begotten childhood fear,
I close my eyes and like a memory forgotten, soon, they disappear.
Lashing through a venomous streak, I've tasted the tongue that burns,
From the tomb I scream to the womb, message of no return
Answers always lie about exhibit gallery,
Strewn upon, the fields of dawn, ingrained mortalities.
Images flying over the water, on the wings of A lone tear
I open my eyes and realize, behold, the message is clear.
Crashing down on solid ground, I watch the hands that turn
Frozen glass extremities, A crack, yet still I yearn...
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